planting flowers that will outlast me
Today I stumbled upon Austin Kleon reading this quote from Leonard Woolf, and it really spoke to me. Just a couple weeks ago, I was planting these hellebores underneath a (probably) 100 year old apple tree in Portland, Oregon. And I was also NOT listening to yet another speech from the US president who is spouting all kinds of insane rantings and lies, and whose actions are dramatically changing the world that we live in. But these flowers might outlast all of us - hardy perrenials that they are. And that gives me some sense of contentment, peace. There will be continuation - people will find their way to something new, even if it gets terribly challenging in the meantime. My hope is that we are hitting a kind of rock bottom, after which we can only go upwards, together? Life wants to live. Together we will figure it out.
And then there is this: Chris asked me why I love hellebores so much, and I answered "anything that blooms their heart out in mid-winter is a marvel to me - not to mention their beautiful bowed heads, in so many subtle colors."
